Phillip Rivers has officially retired. For any of you living under a rock, Ole Philly Fertile has nine kids.

As I turned on my computer to watch TV like any self respecting millennial, I clicked to what I thought was going to be the Bruins Game. Low and behold, NESN no longer is available on You Tube TV. Did I get that MEMO Tom Caron?!

With the Saints going down, we are left with Brady, Rodgers, Chiefs, or Bills to route for. I don’t think I can take the amount of ball washing that will go on if Rodger finally shakes that “underachievement” stank with a 2nd Super Bowl.

The game is broken. Blame it on whatever you want.

This Harden block buster deal got me thinking. First thought was that dude is a meatball walking. Second thought, thank god Jaylen came out on fire and made himself untouchable.

James Harden found his way to Brooklyn after all. Hipsters will be hard pressed to find any available slices for the foreseeable future.

Wouldn’t going back to the days of hating your opponent with the fire of a thousand ginger buttholes be more productive that hating anybody and everybody in your real life who disagrees with you in the slightest bit?

Do I have a boiling, some would call it “Rage”, I’m keeping just under the lid with the Patriots missing the playoffs for the 1st time since 2008? Maybe.

Does it make me sick watching the pitcher perfect form and chiseled chin dropping dimes to some of the best WR’s in the league as a vivid image of Cam Newton hurling a football into the dirt like a keg toss haunts my dreams? Yes.